A song popped into my head today and it brought back such vivid memories of sitting in bed cradling my newborn , tears pouring down my cheeks as I listened to it .I knew that this baby would be my last, no more tiny newborns to cuddle, no more of that enchanting new baby scent, the end of an era.
The song was "Turn". Where are you going, my little one, my little one , little sunsuits and petticoats, all of them gone. Turn around and you're tiny, turn around and you're grown, turn around and you're a young wife with babes of your own.
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